1407: Skip
Skip.
I used to walk down the sidewalks as a kid.
Skip.
In Fort Langley.
Skip.
Seeing the concrete.
Skip.
Watching my step.
Skip.
And the lines were drawn.
Skip.
When the sidewalks were made.
Skip.
On my way to BJs.
Skip.
Or IGA.
Skip.
Or Veggie Bob’s.
Skip.
Sometimes not knowing where.
Skip.
Just going out and seeing.
Skip.
Where my legs would take me.
Skip.
Rarely.
Skip.
I’d reflect.
Skip.
Why am I jumping the gaps?
Skip.
Makes no sense.
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Skip.
Same either way.
Skip.
Negligible loss.
Skip.
So I would walk.
In the crack line.
Nothing happened.
My mind would skip. (Skip.)
It’d jump for me. (Skip.)
Then I’d forget.
Skip.
But I wonder.
Skip.
What is the jump gap?
Skip.
For you.
Skip.
In your life.
Skip.
Inside your head.
Skip.
And you miss out on a part of your part of life.
Skip.
You skip it without physically skipping it.
Skip.
It’s just a moment in reflection.
Skip.
I missed out.
Skip.
I made a.
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